Forbidden

Chapter Seven

"How could you do this, Lacey?" Katherine continuously argued as she dramatically threw up her hands in the air. "Why?" 

And here we go....

Fuck my life. I swear Katherine walked back and forth probably more than one hundred times now. Ugh, I don't have time for this. Why doesn't she just send me up to my room or something as a punishment? Sitting here is slowly killing me out of boredom. It sucks. 

I slouched down on a large vanilla colored sofa in theliving room, listening to Katherine go off her head at me for the past hour because I decided to punch one of her son's friends.

It probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Maybe I should have just kicked him in his tiny little balls instead. That would be have better actually. I wish I did that.

"Look, Katherine," I spoke up, trying to inform her on what happened. "He called me names, he whistled at me like I was some pathetic dog and said that I was a-"

"-I dont care what he said, Lacey!" She raised her voice, cutting me off mid sentence. "You still retaliated using violence. Do you really want another assault charge?" 

Ouch. That hurt.

Frantically, I shook my head."No." I replied before I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't want another assault charge and I won't get another one. Besides, Nate deserved to get hit just like my last foster parent did."

Katherine's jaw dropped as she continued to stare at me, wide eyed. "Nate was put into the hospital. Lacey, you broke his nose! His parents could charge you if they wanted to. They are threatening it. What do you expect to gain from what you've done?"

"I get to sleep better at night because I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that he'll never do it again and that hopefully...he'll think twice before opening up his cocky mouth again." I grinned in response before I stepped out of the guest room and headed towards the kitchen. Katherine hastily followed behind like I knew she would. 

She kept rambling on about things that I couldn't be bothered to listen to...so I blocked it all out. It wasn't long before Katherine quickly snatched back the VISA credit card she gave me and mumbled the words "grounded" before she disappeared out of the kitchen and left me here on my own.  

Bye, bye Credit Card. 

Rummaging through the refrigerator, I heard the faint sounds of heavy footsteps proceeding towards the kitchen. I halted, carefully scanning my surroundings in case someone was about to come In. 

As I hesitantly turned around, I froze once I saw Brandon standing in the kitchen in nothing but drenched blue and green colored Bondi Beach shorts, tiptoeing through the house in bare feet after a short swim, well at least that was what I assumed. 

"what are you doing?" I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. 

"I'm grabbing a towel. Why do you care?" Brandon rudely replied, catching me off guard. 

And there's the cocky attitude again. 

He paused and I found myself checking him out again, though I tried my hardest to resist, I couldn't. He was the biggest temptation I've ever had even though his personality is complete shit. 

"If you're mad at me for punching your friend, don't bother. He deserved it and I don't care." I sharply replied. I could notice him watching me intently as I hastily turned on my heel again but I didn't care. Before he could catch me red handed, I pretended to try and find something in the fridge that could help distract me but unfortunately, it wasn't helping. 

Suddenly, I could feel my heart beat slow down a little bit as I heard his slow, careful footsteps approaching me from behind. He was standing so close, I could feel the warmth radiating off of him as he stood behind me, the intensity of this moment was a little too much for me to handle. Though I couldn't see, I could feel him behind me and I couldn't seem to calm down.

My heart was rapidly beating against my chest so much that it had begun to hurt and I could feel the hairs on my skin stand up on its own as if I was scared. But I didn't feel frightened, I just felt intimidated. I froze once I felt his fingers lightly skim down my arms and fall to my hands.

When I thought he would touch me again, he reached down and grabbed a random apple out from the top shelf of the fridge. I turned around to face him and he stared down at me once he was hovering over me. 

Breaking the unbearable silence, he took a large bite out of his green apple and I could hear him slurping down the juices. We never broke eye contact though which was the strange thing. I've never heard silence quite this loud before. 

I watched intently, savoring every moment that I was spending here with him. It was intense. It wasn't the kind of intense that scared you half to death, it was the kind of intense that time stops and makes you forget all about the world around you.

Avoiding eye contact, he whispered quietly with a hint of a smile in his light grey eyes. "If you didn't care then why has your breathing gotten slightly heavier now that I'm close to you huh? why are you so tense around me, huh? I can see it in the way your acting right now...I make you nervous."

I swallowed the dry lump in my throat once I realized that he was right. As much as I didn't want that to be true, it was. But I needed to snap out of it before it was too late.

"See you around Lace." 

Without another word, Brandon quickly grabbed a warm, freshly folded towel out of the cabinet so he could dry off. Once he had finished, he threw the towel into the overstocked laundry basket and headed out of the kitchen. Without a second glance, he left me standing there, feeling confused as fuck as to what just happened. 

I probably need Jesus in my life...

Nah, fuck it.